All Chapters of THE MAFIA'S JEWEL: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena's POV ⛓────⛓────⛓────⛓⛓────⛓────⛓────⛓I crane my head to look at the car that just parked behind us. The officer's door swings open. I watch the policeman unfold from the vehicle.He is a huge man, bigger than Massimo. He is chubbier and he looks way older. He seems strangely very happy. His partner remains inside the car. I can hear the faint crackle of a radio drifting out from behind. I realise it's the most ordinary sound I have heard in hours.As the officer draws nearer the question leers even louder and my hands begin to shake like leaves being swatted by strong wind.Are you really going to report him to the police?Do you think you have it in you to send a man who may have just saved you to jail?I clench my hands by my side. It doesn’t matter what he did for me previously. I shouldn’t even care anymore that he had walked into that room and pulled me out of the worst night of my life. He tried to abduct me too.Besides what did he mean by “my vul

Elena’s POV ══════════ ✧❂✧ ══════════For a second, I just stare at him in disbelief.What the hell.“Did you just spank me?” I ask. The audacity of it burns hotter than the sting itself.His hands tighten around my arms, brows arched inquisitively. And my heart starts beating faster. Oh no. I have succeeded in getting him pissed.“Elena. You need to stop testing the limits of my damn patience,” he orders. The calm command in his voice makes him even more frightening than if he were yelling.I nod. What was I thinking, hitting this man who unalives people for less?Twice. I must have a death wish. If there is one thing I am not oblivious of, it’s his strength and how easily he can break me if he wants to.He starts moving me toward the entrance again. I hear his footsteps against the ground as he walks me backwards, taking one step after another while my back remains pressed against his abs. The way the man lifts me every time like I’m a weight

Massimo's POV ◼ ─── ◼ ─── ◼ ─── ◼ ─── ◼I resurfaced from the blackness. Everything feels weird. A steady, mechanical shriek fills my skull before I can locate where I am or why I am lying on a bed. This must be hell. My ears are blowing up. There’s ringing everywhere.But wait. That’s my damn ceiling. I would recognize it anywhere.Beep. Beep.It’s the damn machine ringing in my goddamn ear. I suddenly realized where I am. The heavy velvet curtains are drawn halfway, letting in a thin blade of evening sky that slices a cold grey tone across the room. The machine beside me is the source of the ringing. I reach that conclusion and the ringing becomes tolerable.And I know where I am. It’s not hell.It’s my estate, well, the part of it I barely visit except when I or some of my men are shot or severely injured. I had converted this part of my estate to prevent a repetition of what happened to my father. I had to make sure that particular v

Elena's POV ═══════ ✧❂✧ ═══════How does he know about Ines?The thought rolls over as he walks me back to the chopper and hands me a phone, which I'm guessing is his phone.I immediately start dialing Ingrid’s number while they prepare to take off. It is at that moment I realize I never thought of memorizing Ines' number. I never thought I would ever be in a situation that warranted such. We were supposed to head back to Valencia in a week. I planned a month out to spend with my family, and after that I was going to get a few weeks of rest before my itinerary becomes choked up with plant related endeavours. I hope this all sorts itself out now and I’m able to return to my life as planned. Because I will pass out if I don’t. Ingrid picks up after a few rings.“Hello.”“Hi, Ingrid... it's...”“Oh my God. I was worried about you... How are you doing?”Of course she knows it is me. My best friend would know my voice anywhere.“Yeah, I am

Elena's POV ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦The universe has to be playing a prank on me. What are the odds?“Are they into the BDSM, kinky, dominant stuff you like... Did you finally lose your V-card?”The words replay themselves in my memory all through the night. I couldn't even sleep. It is a mortifying thought.I want to tell myself it doesn't matter and this doesn't change a damn thing. But it does. This fucking changes a lot of things. It changes what I plan to do. I would also be lying if I told myself I didn't fucking sense it. The way her body opens up to a command, the way her breath hitches with every demand.And my damn fate had to bring her to me just when I am about to die. Now I can’t be reckless. Shit. I can’t taint her when I won’t be here to fix it. One would think it's a simple conclusion and that solves it, but no! I can’t think straight. I'm like a teenage boy crazed about his insanely pretty crush, daydreaming of a li